Wapun Meadow consonants

Thank you for the show, Butterfly. It is one I'll remember,  The wolf chuckled again before raising one large paw to her chin in thought. What would be a good poem for a butterfly? What could you offer a creature that had heard everything before? There was a long pause as she pondered this.

A poem she had heard as a yearling from her mother,
"The butterfly, small and fragile, flits and dances,
It's wings like stained glass, a being of infinite chances.
In the dappled sun, it flutters free,
Its beauty and joy for all to see."

Now for a second... All of the poems she most enjoyed seemed unfitting for such a joyful being. The paw tapped the chin again, then the marble-like eyes alight- the perfect verse for the tiny romantic:
"How can I find a love lost in time?
There's an answer in the stars for me
All the way across the galaxy, go on forever"

I hope I was able to offer new lyrics to you? Grackle asked, lowering her head to be closer to the Butterfly's level. The second was a bit on the nose, but hopefully she would like it anyway.